Like a Rockstar
Title: Like a Rockstar
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Gambit/Rogue
Rating: PG
Word Count:500
Warnings: None
Challenge:66 Wig
Rogue looked at herself in the mirror, running her hands through the long flowing blonde hair on her head. She frowned.
"I hate it," She said, tossing the wig off of her head where it landed with a soft flump on the ground. By accident she caught sight of her bald, seared head in the polished glass and she looked away with a wince, crossing her arms.
Remy looked back at her with a smile, "That is quite alright. While you will look lovely no matter what, I am thinking something a bit darker might suit you more." He held forth a black wig which she grabbed out of his hands.
He had to admit it was hard for him to keep up his smile. Since the attack by Pyro his darling Anna Marie had been very different. She was always on edge and becoming rapidly withdrawn. As such he took it as his personal mission to try and pull her out of her self-imposed exile.
She turned and looked at the curly black hair on her head, grimacing. "Why can't I just get something that looks like how my normal hair ought to look?"
"Bon ami, a change will not kill you. If you don't try something new how will you know if you like it?"
She tossed the black wig on the ground to land next to the blonde one with a sigh, "Maybe I should just come to terms with the fact that I'm going to be a scarred up freak with a bald head."
"You're not allowed to be a freak. That's my title to wear. Get your own" Remy laughed, "But if you are going to be a fellow freak, why don't you own it then?" He extended out a bright electric blue wig.
Anna Marie looked at herself in the mirror and slowly a smile spread over her face. The hair was shorter, but Gambit had to admit that she wore it well. "I kind of like it."
"That's what I like to hear!" he said with a laugh, glad that she was smiling once more. "I think the look on Professor X's face will be more than worth wearing it around."
She turned towards him with a smirk. "Hey if they're gonna talk about me anyway I might as well let them talk about my hair rather than looking on me with pity as the poor girl who barely survived."
"I think it makes you look like a rockstar."
A look of smug pride passed over her face, "Plus The Brotherhood will know I'm coming for them from a mile away with this on when we get them back."
Remy looked unsure, "You sure that's what you want?"
She nodded, "There's no way I'm going to let them think I'm afraid of them. I want them to know that I can't be stopped."
"We'll get them back, I promise." He said seriously, "But until then, let's have a little fun, my dear rockstar."
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Gambit/Rogue
Rating: PG
Word Count:500
Warnings: None
Challenge:66 Wig
Rogue looked at herself in the mirror, running her hands through the long flowing blonde hair on her head. She frowned.
"I hate it," She said, tossing the wig off of her head where it landed with a soft flump on the ground. By accident she caught sight of her bald, seared head in the polished glass and she looked away with a wince, crossing her arms.
Remy looked back at her with a smile, "That is quite alright. While you will look lovely no matter what, I am thinking something a bit darker might suit you more." He held forth a black wig which she grabbed out of his hands.
He had to admit it was hard for him to keep up his smile. Since the attack by Pyro his darling Anna Marie had been very different. She was always on edge and becoming rapidly withdrawn. As such he took it as his personal mission to try and pull her out of her self-imposed exile.
She turned and looked at the curly black hair on her head, grimacing. "Why can't I just get something that looks like how my normal hair ought to look?"
"Bon ami, a change will not kill you. If you don't try something new how will you know if you like it?"
She tossed the black wig on the ground to land next to the blonde one with a sigh, "Maybe I should just come to terms with the fact that I'm going to be a scarred up freak with a bald head."
"You're not allowed to be a freak. That's my title to wear. Get your own" Remy laughed, "But if you are going to be a fellow freak, why don't you own it then?" He extended out a bright electric blue wig.
Anna Marie looked at herself in the mirror and slowly a smile spread over her face. The hair was shorter, but Gambit had to admit that she wore it well. "I kind of like it."
"That's what I like to hear!" he said with a laugh, glad that she was smiling once more. "I think the look on Professor X's face will be more than worth wearing it around."
She turned towards him with a smirk. "Hey if they're gonna talk about me anyway I might as well let them talk about my hair rather than looking on me with pity as the poor girl who barely survived."
"I think it makes you look like a rockstar."
A look of smug pride passed over her face, "Plus The Brotherhood will know I'm coming for them from a mile away with this on when we get them back."
Remy looked unsure, "You sure that's what you want?"
She nodded, "There's no way I'm going to let them think I'm afraid of them. I want them to know that I can't be stopped."
"We'll get them back, I promise." He said seriously, "But until then, let's have a little fun, my dear rockstar."